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Warning: mentions of loss, trauma, and tragic events.
Narrander's dreams had always been plagued with nightmares.
It had been many moons, years, and yet it was still as painful as it once was.
Years ago, Narrander was a mage he had joined in with a group of other mages. They claimed that they were working for a good cause, to save the world. To better the world.
Narrander wasn't naïve. He quickly saw and realized their true intentions. He left and wanted nothing further to do with them.
Then it happened. Far too quickly.
Narrander's son, Narik, had been kidnapped by the other mages. The mages, also known as the Soul Eaters.
The leader of the Soul Eaters took Narik hostage as a way of trying to force Narrander into doing as she requested.
Narrander didn't give up. He walked for many days, not bothering to sleep much, if at all, as he looked for his son.
A fire broke out across the forest. The largest fire the forest had seen. A fire known as the Great Fire.
The fire opal was a very powerful stone that the Soul Eaters used. A stone that helped them control and manipulate demons into their will.
The fire had been started by one of the other Soul Eaters shattering the stone, wishing to leave the group and destroy all that the mages had done, had created, and the lengths they had gone to so far.
Narrander couldn't continue his journey as much as it pained him. He couldn't go into the forest to search. He turned back and waited for days until the fire had gone out.
Slowly, he walked into the charred remains of the forest.
Then, he found the small remains of a body, and he hit the ground. A scream escaped his lips as he put his hands to the sides of his head. Whispering "no" repeatedly over and over again. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
He reached out a shaky hand. He couldn't do it. It was forbidden to touch the dead with bare hands.
He drew his hand back as he slowly rocked himself back and forth.
Narrander quickly grabbed at the pouch on his belt, taking some earth blood out. He dabbed the death marks on Narik, his head, chest, and feet.
Narrander let out a small noise as he cried harder and rocked himself slowly.
He didn't know what to do now. Narik was the only thing he had left in the world. Now he had nothing.
He gently scooped Narik's remains up and carried him back to the Otter clan, wanting to lay him to rest as per clan customs.
For days, Narrander was plagued with nightmares. He was struggling.
The clan, no longer able to stand Narrander's behavior, exiled him from their clan.
Narrander had truly lost everything. His own clan, his son, and there was no one in the world now. His mate had been gone and died during childbirth.
Narrander slowly made his way to the northern part of the lake, far from his clan that camped on the southern shore.
Narrander had made himself a shelter, but he couldn't stand to eat. As time wore on, he began to care for himself less and less.
Most people avoided him due to his behavior and smell. At this point, it was nothing new to Narrander.
If any help came, he would turn them down. He didn't think he deserved help. No one cared for him to begin with. Why should he be helped now?
Narrander eventually lost his eye due to a flint piece. Then sometime later, his toes to frostbite, which he tried feeding to the foxes, but to no avail. He ate them to stop himself from going hungry in the harsh winter.
He no longer had any teeth, some rotting out, some having to be removed due to the pain. His gums eventually turned black
Narrander had lived as a recluse for many years. He would find small creatures and name them as well as refer to them as Narik.
His clothes consisted of a loin cloth, a slimy reed cape, and boots that had been improperly cleaned and cared for.
He had never bothered to clean the skins properly. Why should he bother?
You had been warned numerous times to stay away from him, to avoid him, being told things like "he's insane."
You didn't care. You wanted to help him.
So you went and found him.
He had tried chasing you away, as he did with anyone who dared to step foot into his land.
You were persistent and determined, you didn't give up.
Eventually, Narrander accepted your help.
He expected you to leave as soon as he was "better" and yet you stayed.
You comforted him and stayed with him at his worst of times and at his best.
You never left his side and helped care for him.
His health and hygiene had become much better because of your help.
Although he could now do basic tasks again, such as hunting and cleaning, he still struggled to get out of bed at times.
You never bothered him about it. You stood by and helped him, just as you had done time and time again.
Narrander slept soundly in his sleeping sack with you next to him.
It had been years and eventually, Narrander had taken a liking to you and you had agreed to be his mate (significant other).
Narrander shifted slightly in his sleep and sat up, screaming.
You were instantly awake, your hand on Narrander's shoulder.
"Hey, hey, Narrander. It's okay. You're okay."
You spoke gently as you moved your hand to his back and began gently rubbing.
He lowered his head and began to cry.
You stopped rubbing his back to wrap your arms around him in a hug.
Despite what you've done, and the lengths you took to get him to be at least somewhat okay, he still had nightmares. Even after all the years you've been together.
The nightmares happened every couple of days, the events replaying in his mind every so often. Haunting him as if it were the first day all over again.
You did the best you could with the resources you had. You laid your head on his shoulder.
"Narrander, I'm here."
Sometimes he talked about his nightmares, sometimes he didn't. Tonight would not be one of those nights.
You grabbed a leaf nearby and handed it to him. He blew his nose into it and you wiped your hands gently down his face, drying the tears.
You laid down, and he laid down, his head resting on your shoulder and his arm holding you close.
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Warning: depression, loss, and sadness | #JusticeForThull
Thull had it all. He had a mate, and he had a child. He had loved his son, Dari, and Luta, his mate, very much. He had always been Fin-Kedinn's go-to man. His second-in-command. He had always stepped up as the leader of the Ravens when Fin-Kedinn was unable to do so. He was trusted and very good at what he had done. He had helped the clan to move when the time had come to move. He never thought he would lose it all.
An albino boy called himself Dark and beat the odds when he was left for dead by his father in the mountains. Dark was a skilled mage, but needed training. He hadn't hesitated in accepting the invite to the clan. There he had been named mage and remained their mage for many years.
Fin-Kedinn was growing older and his leg injury had hurt him more and more. Thull had still taken charge, as he did every time he was needed.
Then the asteroid hit. It had stripped Thull of his mate and their son. Thull hadn't much time to grieve, as Dark was later appointed to the clan leader. Fin-Kedinn had died sacrificing himself to save Renn and Torak. His family had died and now he wouldn't be the leader. Thull did his best to go on day by day. He helped Dark out the best that he could and when he could. He didn't want to be angry at him. It wasn't his fault. Fin-Kedinn had been the one that made the choice. The one who had replaced Thull with a much younger man.
Thull sighed as he sat by the river, checking the traps and watching as the water rushed past.
Thull had continued hunting, fishing, and doing what he could to help out the clan. Dark had found a mate before being appointed and so, Dark's reliance on Thull became less and less.
Eventually, you came along. Thull had been rather hard to open up to and get to know. He was hesitant about meeting strangers and welcoming people into his life. He didn't want to feel the pain he had felt years before. He didn't want to be betrayed again. He had to move on.
After several moons (months) of talking, he had warmed up quite a bit. Both of you came closer to one another. It would be many more moons before he finally decided to ask.
"Y/N…" He said with a sigh. He looked anywhere but at you.
You were on the ground, you had been picking berries before Thull had approached you.
He sat down on the ground so that he was no longer standing above you and so you could be face-to-face with one another. He pulled his legs up to his body and rested his arms on his knees. He ran a hand over his face.
Something appeared to be bothering him.
He was glad for the silence, as you hadn't said anything yet. He looked behind him and saw no one. You were both alone.
His blue eyes stared into yours only for a moment before he looked away again.
"Y/N, would you like to be…" He couldn't do it. He didn't think that he could do it.
He had uttered those words years ago to Luta.
"Y/N, I want you to be my mate." He said in a rather forceful manner.
He ran his hand over his face again. He looked like he was about to cry. His eyes met yours.
"Would you like to be?" His voice changed in various pitches as he spoke. He wasn't upset, not with you. His memories of his past.
"Yes, Thull, I would." You moved from your spot and over to him, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He buried his face into your shoulder and cried.
General romance hcs for Akira and Järle please. ~ local pocket dragon is curious,
Romantic Headcanons
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Featuring: My OCs Akira and Järle (pronounced yar-leigh)
Järle isn't the most romantic person. He just does anything and everything you want him to. Stand up for you because you can't handle confrontation? Done. He loves to fight. Not with you, of course. He enjoys doing what he can to make you happy, which is anything that you want him to do. He wouldn't get you flowers or anything unless you kept glancing at the same ones from time to time. He would get the hint of the subtle behaviors and things that you do. He is quick to pick up on your patterns and behavior, but not as quick as Akira.
Akira would be the type to line your shelter with flowers and do what he could to make things more romantic. Considering it is the stone age and there isn't much to do. He would try his best to do what he could to spice things up with the resources that he has, which may not be much, but he tries his best. Although he doesn't like confrontation and fighting, he would stand up and defend you if you, yourself, couldn't handle it. He doesn't like to see you hurt and with his society being primarily male-dominant, they can face him, man to man, not with you. Unless, of course, you wanted to handle it yourself. He doesn't want to overstep things. He is also one who quickly picks up on your patterns and behaviors.
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Narrander was unusually tall for the Otter Clan people. Many of them were no taller than 175 cm (5'9"). They were all shorter than that. Occasionally, there would be someone as tall, if not taller, but it was unusual for that to happen.
Narrander was well over 182 cm (six feet).
When you both met, he was still suffering from his health issues. The issues he had been suffering from for many years now, on his own, with no one to help and no one to care about him.
You helped to fix him and never gave up.
It was slow and steady progress, but he got better. To this day, he still suffered from the nightmares about his past.
You were shorter than he was and many times he would help you to get things down that were higher up.
He never bothered you about your height. From his time in the Otter Clan, there weren't many that came to the same height as him. There weren't any, actually. None of the Otter Clan members grew to be over the height of 172 cm (5'8").
Another possible reason as to why he was exiled. No one wanted to deal with him.
He wandered the valley with no real purpose until you had found him. Cared for him.
He had waited for moons until he was stable again, to ask you to be his mate (significant other). You accepted, and that was it.
He hasn't tried to make the first move since then. He was nervous and afraid of what you might say. Afraid you didn't actually love him. Or even love him in that way.
He saw the way you looked at him, how you got slightly nervous when he was too close to you. Actually, it wasn't nerves but more of his height difference turning you on.
He had forgotten the word, but he didn't make you nervous.
He sat by the fire, watching the embers crack and glow.
He turned to look back at you. Your back was to him as you tried to hang the meat strips up.
His breathing slowed as your shirt only slightly rose, revealing just the slightest hint of skin.
Narrander turned his head back towards the fire, staring at it as if ashamed to have been caught thinking about such things.
Yet, it was just the two of you in the valley.
You continued to struggle to hang the meat up, but you had finally finished.
You turned around just as a hand pressed against the wooden beam that held your shelter up.
Your eyes slowly traveled up to look at Narrander. His blue eyes met yours.
You gave a small smile, and he looked away.
"Y/N, I like you. I… mean I love you… I…"
"I love you too, Narrander."
Your hands touched his sides and his breathing stopped for just a moment.
He wanted to express his emotions, his feelings, but he couldn't.
He lowered his head, his face in your neck.
You continued to hug him, his breath hot on your neck.
"Y/N…" He said quietly.
You bit your lip as you tried not to giggle at the way his beard tickles your neck.
"Are you okay?" You asked him, hoping your voice wouldn't give.
"Do… Would you like to… mate?"
He said, stumbling over his words. Had he not been by your ear when asking his question, you wouldn’t have heard the ending to his question.
He was slightly embarrassed by his question, but he wanted you.
"Yes, I would." Your hands slipped beneath his jerkin (shirt).
He stood up and removed his jerkin before leaning back down to kiss your neck.
You tilted your head back and his trembling hands worked to undo your belt.
Your hands slowly traveled across his body before sliding further and further down.
Your hands grasped his belt, untying it, and his leggings hit the ground, joining yours.
He stood up as your hands grasped and slowly began to stroke his length. He let out a small moan as his hands worked at getting you off.
Your lips met his neck when he leaned down again and he bit his lip.
Your hands continued their up-and-down motions, tightening and letting go every so often as his hands continued their work on you.
You let out a small moan as you began to cum. His hands grasped your hips as he lifted you and slid himself into you.
Your hands grasped his shoulders as he began to thrust in and out slowly.
Your head tilted back and in that opportunity, Narrander kissed your neck once more.
Your legs around him, your hands on his shoulders, and him deep inside you.
Detlan is strong, one of the strongest in the Seal Clan, and so you watch in sadness his resent towards his old leg injury wishing he could see past it to his worth. Comfort/fluff
A Painful Past
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Detlan had been the strongest Seal Clan member. Bale and Asrif were his friends.
Together, the three of them would always go fishing.
When an illness hit the island, it took Bale's younger brother.
Detlan had a younger sister, and he was glad she lived. Bale's loss saddened him, and he understood Bale's pain.
The three of them, Bale, Asrif, and Detlan, had headed to the Sea Eagles to trade.
The Sea Eagles lived in an area where the beach connected with the forest. It disgusted the Seal Clan that an islander would dare to mix the forest with the Sea. However, they didn't judge much, as they needed the resources that could only come from the forest.
Torak was Bale's kin, and he had come to the island at one point.
Tenris, the Seal Mage, had convinced them that the only cure for the illness was a root at the top of Eagle Heights.
Bale was the best climber, but he had decided to hang back and help Torak get to the top.
Detlan stayed in the boat and watched as Torak and Asrif tried to get to the top.
Unfortunately, Asrif had taken the wrong path and his harness had been caught.
Detlan watched as Torak grabbed the root when suddenly his boat had been hit.
Detlan screamed out and his mouth filled with water. He had been in the Sea most of his life; he knew how to swim.
He tried to swim to the top, with every movement was agonizing.
He dragged himself across the sand, coughing out water as he did. He rolled over and laid on his back, resting a moment as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and sat up.
His ankle was very obviously broken. He would be lucky if he could ever walk again.
No one knew what had caused the Hunter (Orca) to act out like that. They typically avoided people.
Unless their young had been hurt.
Tenris would keep that secret until the very end. He had killed the Hunter's baby, and the mother was out for revenge, trying to find her baby or the man who had killed her child.
Bale and Asrif had hauled Detlan into one of their boats. There was no saving his. They brought him back to the Seal Islands and took him to the mage.
He was told that he would never be able to walk again, not without crutches. Since he couldn't walk, he was now left to do what the women did every day: cook, clean, and take care of the children, while the men did the hunting and fishing.
Detlan was a very friendly guy, and he waved so hard he had nearly fallen over when Torak left.
Detlan's little sister was happy that Detlan could spend more time with her. He wouldn't have to leave every morning like he used to.
Detlan began to become sad over the inability to use his ankle. He couldn't walk without the crutches and now, he was like one of the women: forbidden to leave the island.
He wanted to fish again, to be in a boat, to hang out with his friends like he used to.
He couldn't and while his friends did interact with him from time to time, it still wasn't the same. It seemed to him as if they were treating him differently now.
You watched as Detlan slowly went from being a happy person to a sad one.
You knelt as Detlan worked at washing the clothes, tears streaming down his face. Occasionally, he would wipe them away. The ones that weren't wiped dripped into the clean, fresh water.
You put your hand on Detlan's shoulder and he stopped working.
You wrapped your arms around him and he dropped the items in his hands to wrap his arms around you.
You weren't sure what to say or to do that could make the situation any better, but you knew that you wanted to make him feel better.
"I wish my ankle would stop hurting…" He said with a sigh as he went back to washing the clothes.
"It will one day. You know you're doing a good job."
He stopped working and looked at you. No one had ever told him that, not since he had been injured.
"What?"
"You're doing a good job."
"How so?"
"Well, without you, we wouldn't be able to get the fruits from trees, carry, or lift heavy things."
Detlan looked down at the fresh water and gave a small smile.
He nodded and thanked you.
"You're welcome." You said as you stood and gave his shoulder a gentle pat.
Slowly, day by day, you would help to work up Detlan's confidence and help him to feel better. It would take some time, but you weren't going to give up on him.
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The island clans had no way of gaining resources to live other than training with the Sea Eagle clan.
Bale had woken up early and headed out to sea. It would be a long journey to trade with the Sea Eagles. After all, the Sea Eagles lived a day away. Oftentimes, the Sea Eagles would meet the Seals halfway. However, today it was different.
He waited and watched, listening to the sounds of the waves, the sounds of the birds and ocean animals as they called out around him.
Bale kept his eyes on the treeline in the distance. Yet, there was nothing.
He waited a little, but he couldn't continue to wait long.
He began to paddle closer and closer to shore.
Eventually, he reached the Sea Eagles' former camp.
There was nothing, only the remains of what used to be.
He looked around. He was unfamiliar with the forest and the camp.
He slowly stepped closer to the trees. He didn't want to cause trouble and be in a place he shouldn't be, but his clan needed some things.
Things that only came from the forest.
He was about to turn back when he stopped.
He had thought he had seen something.
You have lived in the forest all your life, and for some reason, animals were attracted to you.
You would be walking around and suddenly an animal would walk up to you, unafraid.
There was something different about you. Normally animals would run at the sight of humans, but none ran from you.
You did develop a language of sorts with them. They understood you and you understood them.
You had been checking the traps when a deer walked up to you. You looked at it and it made a noise.
You looked behind you and saw nothing. You rose from your spot and followed the deer.
It had led you to the edge of the forest but would go no further.
You looked out past the tree line, seeing the beach and the remains of the Sea Eagle camp.
They had moved their camp a while back for winter. The beach was their summer camp.
A tall man stood on the beach, looking into the forest. He seemed almost confused or lost. You knew by his clothes and the patch of animal skin on his shoulder that he was an islander.
You stepped out of the trees as he looked at you.
"What is that thing?" He asked as he pointed behind you.
"A deer." You said, smiling as you looked at him.
"Oh… um, I'm here looking for the Sea Eagles. I'm Bale from the Seal Clan."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, from [clan name]. The Sea Eagles moved for the winter. Maybe I can help you?"
"I was looking for some items for my clan. Do you have any wood or rope?"
"Yeah, follow me!" You said as you turned and began to head into the forest.
Bale hesitated for a moment. He couldn't leave his boat behind, but he couldn't arrive empty-handed for the trade. The items for the trade were in his boat and he couldn't carry both.
He grabbed the bundle of fish and hurried after you.
Every so often, you would stop to talk to one of the animals that came over to you.
"Does that always happen?" He asked as he looked down at you.
You were crouching and petting a bunny.
"What?"
"The whole animals showing up and you… speaking to them?" He wasn't sure that "speaking" was the right word, but it didn't seem to be a normal behavior for animals and people.
"Yeah, I'm not sure why, but I get along with most creatures like this."
He nodded and smiled a small smile as he remembered you and the deer earlier.
"We should probably get going." He said as he looked up, hoping he could see what time it was, but to no avail. He wasn't used to the forest and the way the light hit the trees.
Unfortunately for him, he would have to stay an extra day before returning home.
"The Sea Eagles are pretty far away. Are you sure you want to trade with them?"
"I'll trade whoever can get me some good wood for our tools."
You nodded at his statement and led him to your clan.
"Thank you, Y/N."
"You're welcome."
Bale completed his trade with your clan. Unfortunately, due to the setting sun, he would have to stay before heading out.
While he stayed, he chose to stay near you, speaking and getting to know you better. He would occasionally speak to the other clan members if they spoke to him first.
When early morning came, Bale woke up and began to get ready to head out. He had a question to ask you before he left.
It wasn't long before you showed up.
"Hey, Y/N… Would you like to live with me on the island?"
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You had been friends with Bale for many years. The both of you had grown up together on the island.
The island lived divided, the women never leaving, only staying to cook, clean, and care for the children.
The men did the hunting and fighting.
Women very rarely left unless a man from the forest took them as their significant other and brought them to their clan.
Men also very rarely left their island unless it was hunting, trading, or visiting the other islands nearby.
Aside from the forest that resided on the island, no one had seen one before.
However, you felt much better and more comfortable there. Almost as if you belonged there.
Your gaze would often go to the trees. As a young child, you could often be found in the woods, wandering, exploring, and just being at peace.
You tried to keep it a secret to yourself, however; you worried Bale at times.
This wasn't normal Seal Clan behavior and why would you want to go live amongst the trees? It was too crowded. The Sea Mother gave you guys anything and everything you could ever need.
You were good at hiding your feelings, but not from Bale. When the two of you were alone, you were easily distracted by the trees, the wood, and the smell of the earthy air mixing with the salty air from the sea.
Bale often asked what was wrong and if you were okay, but you said you were fine and often passed your behavior off as possibly having seen some small creature in the woods.
No one in the clan knew of anything except for people living on the islands, crabs, and maybe seals. After all, it was named 'Seal Island' due to the number of seals that could be found. So Bale was only slightly convinced that you may be right. Bale was often friendly and easy to get along with, making friends with just about anyone and everyone he met.
You sat in your skinboat and slowly paddled out to sea, the sun beginning to set. It was late out, too late, but you wanted another view. The trees cast shadows on the ground.
You breathed in and slowly sighed, a slight smile forming on your face.
How you wanted to live there. Be one with the forest. The forest clans lived in the east and were a day away.
You didn't know anyone who lived there, and you didn't have any friends there, but still, you longed for the trees.
You would have to let Bale know one day. You wanted to move and live there.
You paddled towards home. When you reached land, you got out and lifted your boat out of the water. The same routine another night.
You went to sleep, but it didn't last long. Early morning came, and you were ready to go.
The sun barely peeked over the horizon.
You packed up your sleeping sack but left the rest for later. You had to speak to Bale first.
You sat by the fire that was slowly burning out. You poked it with a stick, hoping it would ignite itself again.
Bale came out of his shelter and greeted you, and you greeted him.
"Hey, Bale, I'd like to live in the forest."
You said as you followed him down to the sea. He had planned on fishing, just like any other day, but with what you said. He stopped, made direct eye contact with you, and gently put the back of his hand on your face. Checking to see if you were unwell, but you felt fine.
"Are you sure, Y/N? I mean, you don't know anyone there?"
"Yes Bale, I'm sure. I feel closer to the forest, and just wish to live there."
Bale looked down, then to the sea. He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. He didn't want to cry, he would miss his friend.
He lowered his head, taking a few moments to gather himself before he turned and walked towards you.
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, holding you in a tight hug.
"I'm going to miss you." He said, his voice cracking from the pain he was in.
You wrapped your arms around him. You had never heard Bale in so much pain before. You started to cry as well.
"Please… tell me you'll come and visit."
"I promise you, I will."
Bale held onto you for a few moments longer, before he let go and gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. You decided then that you would wait one more day before heading out.
